Jethro Tull — Pussy willow - 2005 remastered version

In the half tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on her pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the pussy willow In her fairytale world, she's a lost soul singing In a sad voice nobody hears She waits in her castle of make believing For her white knight to appear Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes Runs for the train, see eight o'clock's coming Cutting dreams down to size again Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes Runs from the train, hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing An apartment in old Mayfair Or to fish the spey spinning, the first run of spring Or to die for a cause somewhere Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes Runs from the train, hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again Pussy willow, pussy willow Pussy willow, pussy willow Pussy willow, pussy willow Pussy willow, pussy willow